作曲 : Grant Lee Phillips Holding on for dear life Dodging arrows What a strange elation in my bones Bit the dust and tasted Imperfection What a sweet confection I have known And they can't take that away No, they can't take that away 'Cause the gods make sure We all get a taste Signing off I saw the correspondent Throw his crap back in the van Still with pride While having grown despondent Journalism broke that man And they can't take that away No, they can't take that away 'Cause the gods make sure We all get a taste Wooden wheels and dust Up ride the bandits Gunning for some treasure trove If you could store their joy And jubilation And take it in a jug back home But they can't take that away No, we can't take that away But the gods make sure We all get a taste And they can't take that away No, they can't take that away 'Cause the gods make sure We all get a taste
作曲 : Grant Lee Phillips Holding on for dear life Dodging arrows What a strange elation in my bones Bit the dust and tasted Imperfection What a sweet confection I have known And they can't take that away No, they can't take that away 'Cause the gods make sure We all get a taste Signing off I saw the correspondent Throw his crap back in the van Still with pride While having grown despondent Journalism broke that man And they can't take that away No, they can't take that away 'Cause the gods make sure We all get a taste Wooden wheels and dust Up ride the bandits Gunning for some treasure trove If you could store their joy And jubilation And take it in a jug back home But they can't take that away No, we can't take that away But the gods make sure We all get a taste And they can't take that away No, they can't take that away 'Cause the gods make sure We all get a taste
